Flash Fiction: The Destroyer of Worlds

This was written for the 1 May Flash!Friday competition and received an honourable mention. The prompts were the photo and “catch 22”.

The Destroyer of Worlds

Build a door to keep the Darkness out. To keep the Darkness in. Call it simply Darkness. Not worth a name. Too scared to name It. 

Hide the keys and act like you aren’t afraid of It escaping the room you built from the chemicals with the strange names. The only thing that can bind it.

But still afraid of Its return. The Secret that can choke and kill. 

Try to see the tendrils escaping the room before it’s too late.

But Its fingerprints look like yours.

Its voice sounds like yours.

You are a puppet, It the master.

Or is it the other way around?

A piece of yourself?

A dark entity?

A liar, or not?

Lock it away and kill a piece of yourself?

Let it out and find Its true nature?

Perhaps this time you’ll be able to control It.

Perhaps this time It will kill.

Perhaps this time It wouldn’t steal memories.

Perhaps you’ll forget yourself.

Will It always find the keys?

Will Its prison last?

Will you live with fresh wounds meant to draw the darkness out?

Will you live with scars that trap tendrils of darkness?

Do the Darkness leave a choice, in the end?

Is twilight trapped in darkness or in light?

Keys. CC2.0 photo by Apionid

Here’s what the judges had to say:

Flash Fiction: The Destroyer of Worlds

This was written for the 1 May Flash!Friday competition and received an honourable mention. The prompts were the photo and “catch 22”.

The Destroyer of Worlds

Build a door to keep the Darkness out. To keep the Darkness in. Call it simply Darkness. Not worth a name. Too scared to name It. 

Hide the keys and act like you aren’t afraid of It escaping the room you built from the chemicals with the strange names. The only thing that can bind it.

But still afraid of Its return. The Secret that can choke and kill. 

Try to see the tendrils escaping the room before it’s too late.

But Its fingerprints look like yours.

Its voice sounds like yours.

You are a puppet, It the master.

Or is it the other way around?

A piece of yourself?

A dark entity?

A liar, or not?

Lock it away and kill a piece of yourself?

Let it out and find Its true nature?

Perhaps this time you’ll be able to control It.

Perhaps this time It will kill.

Perhaps this time It wouldn’t steal memories.

Perhaps you’ll forget yourself.

Will It always find the keys?

Will Its prison last?

Will you live with fresh wounds meant to draw the darkness out?

Will you live with scars that trap tendrils of darkness?

Do the Darkness leave a choice, in the end?

Is twilight trapped in darkness or in light?

Keys. CC2.0 photo by Apionid

Here’s what the judges had to say:

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Flash Fiction: Yesterday’s Colours

This piece was written for the 24 April 2015 Flash!Friday competition. The prompts were the photo and “man vs. man”, and are one of the pieces I challenged myself to write in an hour.

Yesterday’s Colours

Yesterday is the colour of an old photograph. The first sign of your love is white clouds at the beginning of spring. A vermilion rose is my love for you. A peacock feather’s rainbow is the flowers and gifts I give you. Bright sunlight is our first kiss.

Betrayal is the colour of soot on glass. The same soot that now taints all I see.

Fading love is cirrus cloud white turning into thunderstorm sky grey. Scarlet is the colour of my heartache. Hope for love to return is the colour of a candle flame. Gold and blue lightning is the colour of screamed words of anger. Goodbye is burning pitch; strangling words and tears alike in my throat. Silver is the knife of your words twisting inside me. 

A silver knife stabbing.

A stabbed heart crying.

Red blood dripping.

Bruised skin purple is the colour of your new love. Sickly yellow-green bile is my anger and jealousy.  Maggots and rotted black teeth is his look of glee, knowing my hurt. The carmine red of dried ox blood is my despair. The last goodbye is a city’s polluted night sky.

Yesterday’s broken love is grainy photograph hidden in a drawer.

Scene from the Hungarian film “Márciusi mese,” released in 1934. Public domain image